![]() ![]() My mind wandered from the work-related tasks at hand. I was not there to witness this, needing to go to the office for a few hours, but my wife was, giving me play-by-play and texting me pictures. ![]() The day after Thanksgiving (how’s that for a Providential intervention?), two strong men brought our prizes. Simple humanity cried out for a solution. Some, even, had been exiled to a storage facility, enveloped in quiet beyond the whirr of ventilation systems. A shameful number of them were in boxes, embarrassed (you could hear them grumbling at times) that they were less loved. Those “loose” books were everywhere turned flat, double-shelved, stacked on tables and desktops and chairs and nightstands. While we already had a number of bookshelves and built-ins, their capacity was vastly exceeded by the books at hand. Bibliophiles everywhere (well, everywhere in my family) raised their voices in praise. They have come! After five months of supply-chain suspended animation, our 15 feet of 72-inch-high bookcases are here. The word arrived from the furniture store. ![]()
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